Top Quality Beauty Cultivation System

Obviously, these dozen or so big men were members of the Parisian underground gangster organization JK that Song Jia had instructed. Their leader, Philippe, is an authentic French Parisian. He has been a Parisian nuisance since he was a child, and controls 90% of the entertainment venues and underground casinos in Paris.

When Song Jia was studying in France, she met Philip indirectly in the Chinese social circle. This time, it is to play the usefulness of this network of contacts.

Philip and a dozen big men surrounded Su Lin and Chen Xueling.

"Hand over all your finances."

With a cigar in his mouth, Philip stepped forward and yelled at Chen Xueling and Su Lin in pure French.

"It's over, Su Lin, we have encountered robbers. I didn't expect that the law and order in Paris is so bad now that it is so arrogant in the underground parking lot of the airport...Su Lin, I will give them all the money I have in a while, you Don't act rashly, there are too many of them. The most we lose financially..."

Surrounded by these people, even Chen Xueling knew that Su Lin was very capable of fighting, but she also made Su Lin give up fighting. Tall, either with scars or tattoos. Chen Xueling didn't think that Su Lin could deal with so many of them alone.

"Okay, we'll pay, please wait... I'll give you all the money on us, please don't hurt us."

Chen Xueling said in a little broken French, and started to take out all the euros in her bag, stacking them. At least fifty or sixty thousand euros.

"Very sensible girl. However, your friend seems a little unconvinced? It seems that we have to teach him a good lesson!"

Seeing that Chen Xueling was very acquainted with the money, Philip looked at Su Lin next to her, thinking that this stinky boy was the one who asked Song to deal with the beating, and he had to find an excuse to attack him.

"Don't...don't...we've already given money, why do you still commit murder?"

Seeing that several strong men were about to come forward to catch Su Lin, Chen Xueling resolutely stood in front of Su Lin and questioned Philip.

"There's no reason, it's just a thought."

The corners of Philip's mouth twitched slightly, then he crossed his chest with both hands and took a few steps back, waiting to see Su Lin being crushed into a human shape by his men.

"you……"

Chen Xueling was very angry. She didn't think so. When I first arrived in Paris, I encountered such a thing at the airport. She turned her head and pushed Su Lin, causing him to run quickly.

"Surin. You run. I hold them."

"Mr. Chen. It doesn't matter. If they want to play, I will play with them. Let these foreign devils taste the power of our Chinese martial arts... Moreover, these people are afraid that they are coming for us. It was planned long ago, and someone must be instructing..."

Instead of running away, Su Lin turned around and pulled Chen Xueling behind him. He provoked the five or six strong men who rushed up in French: "Bitch, come if you have one!"

"Is this kid dying? How dare you provoke us like this?"

"Be sure to let these yellow-haired pigs know how good we are!"

"Come on together, kill this kid!"

...

A few strong men were obviously provoked by Su Lin, and fiercely swarmed towards Su Lin. Their bulging muscles are bound to tear Su Lin to pieces before giving up.

"Mr. Chen, you stand behind and wait..."

Su Lin hurriedly pushed Chen Xueling back, for fear that these people would accidentally injure Chen Xueling, and then he flexibly got out of the siege of these strong men.

Not far away, Song Jia, who was closely observing the scene here, was already impatient to see Su Lin being beaten into a dog by several strong men. Moreover, he also waited. When Su Lin was beaten down, and when these people attacked Chen Xueling according to the planned steps, he would appear as a hero and beat these bad guys away.

Although Song Jia didn't know the origin of Su Lin, but if he dared to offend him, the younger son of the Song family, he never ended well. Song Jia knew that Su Lin might have some martial arts skills, but he also didn't believe that so many strong men couldn't deal with Su Lin alone?

However, what happened next really blinded Song Jia's eyes.

I saw that Su Lin was alone, flexibly wearing it around the strong men who were half a head taller than him, and then punched and kicked these strong men firmly, beating them one by one. On the ground, can't stand up.

"Who else? Bastards? Tell me... who ordered you?"

With one punch and one kick, Su Lin knocked the dozen or so strong men to the ground one by one. He was very decisive, and not a single move was wasted. Then slowly approached their boss Philip, questioning him in pure French.

"I...I...I don't know..."

Philip had just been watching a good show, sipping a cigar, waiting to see Su Lin being beaten into a dog, but in such an instant, he realized that the situation had reversed. Not only was Su Lin not beaten into a dog, but himself More than a dozen of his subordinates were beaten into dogs by Su Lin, lying on the ground unable to get up.

His mouth widened in surprise, and the cigar in Philip's mouth fell to the ground, burning his shoes, but Su Lin approached him step by step. The harmless Chinese teenager just now, in front of Philip, seems to be the god of death from Satan in hell.

"I don't know? Hmph! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child? With so many of you waiting for us in this underground parking lot, you dare to say that it wasn't premeditated?"

Su Lin stepped forward unceremoniously, grabbed the arm of Philip who was about to escape, and folded it back mercilessly.

Click!

The arm bone was broken, and Philip cried out in pain, "Bastard! Do you know who I am? I am Philip of the JK Party! If you dare to do this to me, I will make you regret it."

"Oh? How dare you be stubborn? It seems that you, the boss, have a great background. If I let you go back alive, wouldn't it be endless trouble?"

The corners of Su Lin's mouth twitched slightly, and with a click, he decisively broke Philip's other arm.

"what!"

How could Philip think that Su Lin would be such a ruthless character. According to this rhythm, maybe they will not be allowed to live. He quickly lowered his head and begged for mercy, "No... no no no... hero, I... I Promise God, you let me go...I'll never bother you again, really...I promise God..."

"Haha! Do people like you still believe in God? Besides, even if you believe, I don't believe it. Say, who is behind you? Who told you to wait for me here, no need to argue any more. .I heard what you and the younger brothers said before, just to wait for me."

Although Su Lin didn't seem to cause trouble when he first arrived in France, but now it is obvious that someone is trying to plot against him. If he doesn't find out the master envoy behind him, I am afraid that this trip to France will never be safe.

"Su Lin, you... let's not make things worse, shall we?"

Chen Xueling was a little stunned. She was surprised not only by Su Lin's invincible martial arts, but also by Su Lin's very pure French, which was no different from the accent of the locals in Paris.

"Mr. Chen, you don't need to worry about this. Presumably these people also have a record at the local police station. Even if they go to the police station, I don't believe that the police in Paris will still be biased because we are foreigners? There must be someone behind them. , we must find out the culprit behind the scenes."

As Su Lin said, he stepped on Philip with another foot, placing his head on the ground.

"I... I said... yes... it's Song! All I know is that his name is Song, and he's a Chinese man I met a few years ago. Contact me and let me wait here for a pair of Asian-looking men and women, and it's done. After that, it will give me 100,000 euros."

Hesitantly, Philip still revealed that the mastermind behind it was Song Jia, but he only knew that Song Jia was called Song, but he didn't know any other specific information about Song Jia. But this is enough for Su Lin. From China, with the surname Song, everything is self-evident.

"Mr. Chen, did you hear that? Song Jia called these people. Humph! Does this bastard really think that when he arrives in France, he will belong to him?"

Su Lin smiled. In fact, Song Jia was also guessing in his heart. After all, not many people knew that he came to Paris, France. And the one who has a gap with him is most likely only this Song Jia.

"Song Jia? Song Jia actually bought the local gang in Paris to deal with me? Want to kidnap? It's too annoying. When I return to China, I must tell my dad. I want the Song family to give an explanation."

Chen Xueling also understood that the only person surnamed Song who could do this was Song Jia. Chen Xueling felt a little scared when she thought about it. If it wasn't for Su Lin by her side, I'm afraid she would have fallen into Song Jia's clutches now.

"Don't worry! Teacher Chen, with me here, I won't let you have any problems. Let's go! It's getting late, let's go to the hotel first!"

The mastermind behind the scenes was found out. These gangsters were of no value to Su Lin. Su Lin didn't want to kill in front of Chen Xueling, so he kicked Philip hard, made them go away, and then stayed with Chen Xueling. A taxi was picked up at the taxi waiting area and rushed to the Warwick Champs-Elysees Hotel in Paris.

At this time, Song Jia, who was hiding not far away and observing the situation here, was stunned. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this stinky boy named Su Lin could take Philip's house by himself. More than a dozen people and horses were all beaten into dogs. (To be continued..)

ps: Second update!